Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Watch the wind

.Walk four minutes down my street and you will abruptly be in the wilderness. Here's a little video I made on a windy afternoon, just because the golden grass was rippling in waves so gracefully.What was all green during the winter rains now becomes golden and soon, in the long dry summer everything will be brown.

When I walk alone in the desert at this season I can't help but sing an appropriate song from my youth:

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plainAnd the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweetWhen the wind comes right behind the rain.Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and ISit alone and talk and watch a hawkMakin' lazy circles in the sky.